Rebirth Of The Noble Mage Behind The Scenes - Chapter 16

Chapter 16: A Strange Calling

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“Secondly, as a transmigrator, my knowledge of my previous world can also be of great help to me.

“Thirdly, as the fourth son of the Olivendi clan, this identity would be my strongest support before the clan was destroyed. If used properly, it would be enough to unleash astonishing power!”

“Fourthly, as a former rank 7 Mage and Royal Scholar, even without powerful magic power and spiritual force, the more important knowledge and experience are still there. This is also a priceless treasure!”

“Fifthly, although the enemy is extremely powerful, they will not arrive in a short period of time. There are still several decades to prepare.”

A Magister was not a class, but an honorary title that represented the erudite among mages.

Only those who had achieved a certain level of attainment in the magic in all categories of magic could be evaluated by the Royal Magic Association as a Magister.

Magic was vast. In this day, where the major magic schools were extremely developed, even an ordinary mage could barely master his own specialty of magic.

Only true geniuses would be able to completely master one entire specialty of magic.

After analyzing the five advantages he had, Anvis was still worried but he was also somewhat relieved.

The current situation was very tricky, but fortunately, he still had ample time to prepare.

In his memory, those external threats were not all targeting the family, but the influence of the four major families was too large, blocking their path.

Like in an ancient primitive forest, those towering trees blocked most of the sunlight, rain, and nutrients.

If the short trees wanted to grow, they had to burn the towering trees with a fire and absorb the nutrients left in their ashes to grow to new heights.

He gradually calmed down and carefully analyzed the new memories, looking for possible solutions to break out of the situation.

Fortunately, past Anvis’ wish was only to restore the Olivendi family’s glory.

This meant that he didn’t need to face the new era head-on. All he needed to do was think of a way to protect the Olivendi clan.

He had already come up with a vague plan based on his memories of the future.

The only problem was that Anvis couldn’t do anything about the figure that surpassed the ninth rank.

In the face of absolute strength, all strategies were ineffective.

That figure had left a huge burden on past Anvis. Even now, when Anvis thought about it, his body would instinctively feel fear.

Or perhaps, he could use the power of his family to collect the raw materials and use magic to create an atomic bomb of ten million tons?

However, the other party was not stupid. As long as he teleported hundreds of kilometers away when he sensed danger, he would be able to completely avoid the killing radius but rather enjoy the spectacular fireworks.

Unless he used certain methods to interfere with his teleportation, however the other party’s strength had already surpassed the limits of rank 9. Ordinary spatial confinement might not be effective against him. Moreover, a nuclear explosion might not necessarily kill the other party…

Anvis had also thought of setting up a device similar to an anti-magic field, but the principle of this force field suppressing magic was actually suppression and isolation.

In other words, according to the principle of equivalent exchange, if you want this force field to take effect, you have to pay the equivalent amount of magic power in the force field at all times.

This was easy to understand. For example, if you wanted to blow a balloon underwater, the balloon itself had to bear the pressure from the surrounding water.

The problem of the energy source was easy to solve. It could be replaced by the Mana Pool of the Magus Tower. The real problem was the material used to draw the formation patterns.

There was no material that Anvis knew of that could withstand the constant output of energy beyond the limits of rank 9.

After thinking for a while, Anvis came up with nothing, he looked up at the side of the reading area.

There was a gorgeous clock there, an antique from the Magic Empire.

On the dark silver dial, the engraved black pointer was rotating at a uniform speed, emitting a faint but continuous sound of gears turning.

“It’s already time for the next magic lesson?”

Startled, Anvis prepared to get up.

At this time, he suddenly sensed a weak attractive magic aura coming from a certain direction in the library.

It was as if something familiar was calling out to him from that direction.

While he was distracted by his memories, Anvis did not notice the presence at all.

However, when he calmed down, this strange call immediately attracted his attention.

Puzzled about the source of the aura. It was strangly cold but it also carried a sense of familiarity.

“This feeling… is somewhat similar to that mysterious energy, but also somewhat different.”

Anvis’s expression hardened, a hint of shock flashing in the depths of his blue eyes.

There was no such experience in the memories of his previous life. In other words, his transmigration caused some special changes!

“Before, I would read books here every day and nothing unusual happened but today, I can clearly sense this aura. There could be two possibilities.”

“Firstly, a new collection of books has been added to the library. Secondly, this has something to do with what i experienced today.”

Anvis took out a silver crest and checked the list of books in the library.

“There are no new books in the library’s array formation. The first possibility is eliminated.

“The only two major changes in my body are the complete memories of my previous life and the last of the strange energy i absorbed.”

For some reason, Anvis instinctively felt a strong sense of fate from this series of events.

Was this also the effect of the wishing spell?

Thinking about it, Anvis closed his eyes and carefully sensed the direction of the calling and slowly walked over.

Even though past Anvis’ wish was to revive the Olivendi family’s glory, not to ensure that he could live forever, he still did not feel any better.

After walking past many bookshelves that emitted an ancient aura, Anvis stopped.

The bookshelf in front of him was in the lowest level of the library’s poetry collection. On it were all exquisite ancient books collected by members of various generations of families with extremely high artistic value and collection value.

At this moment, his gaze slowly swept across the numerous ancient books before finally focusing on a large section of a dark green book.

“It seems to be the source of the aura.”

Anvis watched the book quietly. The silver crest on his waist lit up.

Invisible magic brought the book automatically out of the bookshelf and into his hands.

As soon as the book was in his hands, an extremely unpleasant sensation like the cold soft greasy skin of a creature, caused Anvis to frown.

He returned to his usual spot and carefully looked at the heavy book in his hand.

It was an ancient book about 10 inches long, 8 inches wide, and 2 inches thick. The cover was made of a dark green material similar to the skin of a living creature and had strange patterns on it.

The edges and part of the book spine were wrapped around an unknown dull metal. A wide belt buckle made of the same dark green leather and dull metal firmly fastened the cover to the bottom, as if it was some kind of seal.

Two lines of silver High Elves text were written in the center of the cover. The author used an ancient flowery font, adding a touch of elegance to the thick book that was filled with an ominous aura.

On the back cover of the book, there was a picture of a textured light silver solid sun engraved on it, surrounded by cone-shaped sunlights of different lengths.

Looking at it, Anvis could even feel a faint warmth.

“The Saga of Hill?”